At The Ramada Inn
teenage boyfriend sits butt close to brown eyes
waitress with bleeding lips serves a silent sirloin
middle aged mother says the meat is too rare
bespectacled father stares at the impaled thing
says the leaking steak isn’t dead enough to eat
bleeding waitress takes jiggling meat to the flames
teenage boyfriend tells brown eyes he loves her
loves the windsong perfume she keeps in her purse
loves kissing her strawberry lips in the beige impala
teenage boyfriend daydreams now of holy matrimony
of living in a two room duplex with two perfect children
of driving the family into town with scapulars hanging
waitress with bleeding lips serves a screaming sirloin
teenage boyfriend sits butt close to brown eyes
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.
An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.
Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.
I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.
When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.